Moonspear the notes of a strained refrain

It would have been good for them to go along with Dirge and Hydra on a patrol or hunt. The dark yearling imagined that they would find a good deal of worth in those kinds of excursions. It would likely tire the younger pups, hopefully offering the parents some time to rest without having to worry about them. Atlas knew that he had only been that age a short while ago – only a year – but he could hardly remember the days when he would pine for the chance to roam the borders and search for signs of danger.
 
“I think they’d like that; you know. When I was their age, I wanted to go exploring a lot. I bet it would tucker them out if you took them on a hunt or patrol,” Atlas answered his father with a soft chuckle. He knew a bit of Altair’s tendency to hunt down his desires and only wanted to make sure that his hardworking father didn’t have to suffer the curious boy’s slips in behavior.
 
On the subject of making his father’s life a little easier, the inkwell waved his tail in agreement at the mention that he could take the younger kids out once or twice. “I wouldn’t mind taking them on a few tracking sessions, maybe a couple of trips to the border,” Atlas agreed warmly. Though he had grown into liking his own company and had found something of a recluse’s spirit in his frame, he thought it would be a great opportunity to spend time with his younger kin.